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Night Meditation Experiment 07242012

25 Jul

Internal bones
eternal bones
we are beings
of bones
and
flesh
we caress
each other
under the
sun
naked
the nakedsun
then the Earth
yawns and
swallows our
flesh
and
bones.
Later a dog
barks in
the moonlight
and unburies
our bones.
Then our bones
bark scaring
the
dog away
dog gone
and our
bones
dance.

Night Meditation Poetry Experiment #01 06252012

26 Jun

Listening to
bluebird highwaysongs
tonight-

“Sometimes I get too
sad when drinking-
look at that star
through the hole
in the forest
canopy.”

“It’s the bottom star
in the Big Dipper- the
ladle part.”

“Groovy, I never knew
that at all.”

“Oh, I’m an expert on
the big dipper.”

My favorite picture:
me at ten years old
with the dogs dressed
in my best Pops
impression-
walking in the
wintersnow on
the farm.

Your favorite picture:
me and my sister as
children- dressed up
for some reason- you
love my sunglasses &
blue suit. I am standing
there with my sister
in the side yard.

“How old did I look in that picture?”

“Between eleven & thirteen.”

A new year of new rivers,
a woman jogging
gorgeously in pink-
for a moment she
was Athena- like
that four hundred
pound cyclist
that day between
flying discs, ducks,
and music.

And we beat the watermelonsun
like a drum- it’s ripe- let me
know if my Grandmother was
right.
Always
(every)
days- how many has it in been?
171.
Remember that night in
a parking lot in love
fire’s burning flame
wetsand
and
strawberry
afternoons?

Believe:
blue routes
skymusic
a hawk flying
over a field-
a crow sitting on
a wire eating
a candy bar-
he gets it-
tiger roses
and my
love.

What does fall say
to the ground?

The stranger at your front
door is nature-
a man of constant sorrow
or
a madman on the boat
in a storm.

With you it is always a
a burning torch kind of light-
and there are rats on the
flood, vampires, and
always honest men
imagining morning.

 

Morning Meditation Experiment #01 062322012

24 Jun

I used to with a glance and
calculations of forestry
know the age of all the
trees.

A moth fluttering
in a flash
from door
to porch.

Hungry ants
all over the
porch &
the hummingbird
feeder.

Snails on the column-
black against a
backdrop of white-

The Mockingbird-
the name we gave
him eludes my
mind like crafty
fireflies that
refuse to be
put in a jar-
pretends to
be a quail

bob white
bob white

And I am
missing you
right now
tonight.

“Where did the Praying
Mantix- Bojangles!- go?”

You asked.

I replied.

“Or the elusive white
tiger swallowtail
butterfly- you’ve
seen him twice!”

You are sleeping.

Are you dreaming?

And you made me a
bracelet from a
single piece of
white
thread
breaded. Your
longhair now in
headbands, and
what do you call those
hair claw things?

Clips?

Gravel crunching
and a springwaterjug
of rainwater- that
first summer rain-
later today I will
wash your feet
in the keys to
the rain.

In Oklahoma the trains
were choragic- now
it is frogs after it
rains, dog howls,
and sometimes
silence. I miss
those train
whistle
harmonies
dogwalking
housesitting-
you are asleep.

Coyote populations
are on the rise up
and down the east
coast ecologists say,

Poetry of a three fold
consciousness- mayhap
more- Robert Bly’s idea
of leaping poetry from
a post modernist
perspective.

Ducks- ducks wings whistling-
and we really need to wash
the dogs- the Razmanian
Devil’s feet stink- and
poor old Boo-
blind,
deaf,
dementia,
&
severe arthritis-
he will not like
a bath at all.

The now is all there
ever is, but it never
hurts to plan happy
explosions
now
&
then.

Now it is time to scrub
the porch, then waking
you up, dog medication,
and then a  bath.

The Zen of Today

10 Jul

This morning I took a walk
through the woods. Up
and down
a mountain.

One day I shall walk this
world no more.

Today I stood on the
edge of a lake watching
a fisherman. I saw myself
in both the man and the
fish dangling
on the
hook.

One day I shall stand no more.

This evening I sit and look back
on this day knowing it will
never came again in this
same disguise.

One day I shall sit no more.

Tonight I lie down in peace
to slumber. I will fall into
dreams, and then later
awake.

One day I shall
lie in peace
forevermore
awake in dreams
at last.


Mouthfuls of Mountains in the Dark

14 May

Tonight you and mythology
both weigh heavily upon
my weary mind.

The last time I saw you
standing there in your
hand you held a bag
of ripshake smokedance.

Now the ebb tide carries
the nightbird into
Heracles Cavern
to drown along
with me.

I hear its gurgling cry
in the dark and cold.

It is always night here
underground
far
far
below you.

Tonight I learned
to see in the dark
one bite at a time
I ate the mountain
until my eyes
glowed.

Mouth Full Of Mountains Eyes Full Of Light